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Luca Kaneshiro was an idiot.
How this man ran the city as the king of its underbelly never failed to stupefy you. For the head of a notorious mafia city, he carried himself more as a peppy camp counselor than criminal overlord.
He would be dusting himself off clean from shootout only to stroll into your café right after to order himself a cookies and cream milkshake.
You heard stories of his rookie days when he went to a public hospital to be treated after a clash over territory with an opposing gang instead of the famiglia doctor on the outskirts of town, how he sent out warning shots to intimidate rivals during what was supposed to be a discrete infiltration, how he refused to export drugs because that meant having to pick up the paraphernalia at a warehouse that was said to be haunted, and so on and so forth.
Truly, the things you got to hear while working at your café–Detective Rias was an amusingly loud-mouthed regular to have.
Though, despite all of this, perhaps you were the bigger fool because you owed money to Luca.
Your café meant everything to you, but its location was highly contested territory between his famiglia and other organizations whose influence were buried deep within the city’s infrastructure.
Protection was going to be needed, albeit at a cost.
That was what he told you on the day he strolled into your café, alone. His proposal to offer his famiglia ’s services was declared to you with a wink, a tip of his fedora, a click of his tongue, and a ‘bang’ of his finger gun. Your restaurant and its signature milkshakes were among his favorites and he simply couldn’t stand to see such a “lovely establishment” be involved in the ongoing mafioso scuffles.
He even offered a special term of leniency for this exchange–just for you.
Risk taking your chances with fending your café away from villainous mafioso on your own, or within the hands of the world’s biggest powerful idiot.
The choice was unfortunately simple.
However, while your café was physically secure, its finances were unfortunately not.
The initial strife caused by prior turf war disputes scared most locals and visitors alike from even driving by the perimeter of your block. Not to mention, with summertime here, the students from the nearby school who usually swung by your café to grab meal and drinks after class were away for break, which ate into your restaurant’s profits all the more. While food delivery services helped to an extent, you still had the service fees to cover on your end.
And thus, on this day, when Luca popped his head into your café with a grin and a hum to collect payment, you sighed as you prepared to invoke that “special term of leniency”:
For the times you could not hand over money for him to continue handling protection of your café, he was permitted to handle your body as he saw fit.
However, when you brought this up while you were already casually discarding your apron, you swore you saw steam blow out of his ears as his face blushed hot red in an instant.
“O-Oh right! That part of the exchange! Yes, indeed! As per the terms of the leggy stature that you and I agreed on, I get to do whatever I wanna do with you, huh–?!”
All that puffing of that big, muscular chest of his amongst his shakily cocky rambling meant nothing in face of your hand seizing his wrist and yanking him down to lie beneath as you straddled his hips.
“Let’s just get this going, Kaneshiro.”
Your sighed words had him gulp hard, but the subsequent stripping of your clothes had him see god.
His slack jaw, his wide amethyst eyes, his scorching hot red cheeks, his twitching big hands–all in reaction to beholding your naked body while he barely just had his gloves peeled off, simply too awed and flustered to do anything else.
And thus you resigned to lend him your aid, wondering just how on earth you found yourself owing money to an increasingly seeming virgin mafia boss.
The very same increasingly seeming virgin mafia boss who remained beneath you, toned and tattooed body bare for your eyes to behold, his cock thick and erect, his handsome features visibly shy and flustered.
It was the look of a man who needed you guidance.
And guidance you gave.
Your hands braced against his muscled pectorals, thumbs right upon the tattooed valley in-between, you shuddered as you continued to bounce along the long length of his cock, biting back moans from just how utterly stuffed you felt from the wide girth of his dick. Your hips swiveled down, his earnestly pushed back up against yours.
And for as much as your eyes rolled in pleasure, you were more concerned with getting him off if just to uphold your side of the bargain.
As for Luca, who you knew to be loud to a damn near fault, he couldn’t hold back his groans and whines as you took lead. His hands clawed at the ground beneath him, his mind in a conflict of touching you outright as he truly wished versus having you continue taking charge with such mastery and skill.
Perhaps too much mastery and skill.
Marveling at the gorgeous arch of your body, feeling the heavenly squeezes of your walls around his cock, the sinful slips of pleasured moans and sighs from your lips–he was already finding himself close to orgasming right then.
And as the throb of his cock signaled to you just that, with the tempo you rutted down against his body quickening, he yelped and nearly leapt in response.
“W-Wait! You’re makin’ me feel all good but let me make you feel good too…!”
You found yourself squeaking in surprise as Luca suddenly rose up to a sitting position, with you scooped snug and tight upon his lap, one arm hugged tight around your waist. His ponytail, which had become loose during his time spent beneath you, finally came loose and undone. With your bodies pressed closer even more, he joined alongside you, actively pumping his cock up against you, all while his fingers traveled down to where the two of you were joined, his fingertips caressing your skin in messy circles.
“K-Kaneshiro!” Your eyes rolled back in delight as your body arched forward against his broad chest, your nails clamoring to find purchase in his shoulder blades as you rode on. The jerky yet earnest pummels of his cock, the unintentional teasing touch of his fingers between your thighs, the switch of flustered subservience to focused determination on his gorgeous face–it did not take much longer for you to be quivering with the imminent approach of your own climax.
Feeling you tighten around his dick, he grinned with relieved joy and the jubilant call of your name. With your eyes meeting his in response, he gave your body an affectionate squeeze.
“I heard kissin’ makes cummin’ feel even better…!”
And with that, his lips smothered yours for a clumsy but every impassioned kiss, right as hot sticky heat flooded inside of you.
As you started as you ended, Luca was back on the floor with you on top, albeit now with the two of you in a pleasured slump.
Now, however, his arms were now wrapped around your form, embracing you close, embracing you protectively while you both caught your breath and steadied your heartbeat.
From once being filled with the noisy wet slaps of skin against skin, your café was now filled with tranquil silence.
Luca was finding himself enamored by the way you fit so perfectly in his arms.
You couldn’t help but enjoy how nice it felt to rest against such a sturdy physique.
And it was then that the stillness that lingered in the air was broken by the quiet call of your name.
“Umm…so remember when we made the agreement, and I was like, I couldn’t stand by and see a lovely café get ruined by all the mafia stuff?”
Your head remained against Luca’s chest, having been taken by the sound of his racing heartbeat, which, up to now, was finally calming down.
“Yes…?”
Only for his heart to flutter once again.
“Well, I meant to say lovely café owner –I wanted to protect the owner most of all! But when I walked out after you signed, I didn’t know how to reverse a contract. But then when I tried to see what the process was for re-doing a mafia contract, none of the search results had the answer I needed. I even asked my buddy Ike for help too and he was all like ‘Bro, I don’t do that kind of writing’ and like…!”
Luca rambled on.
While there were certainly plenty of Ike’s in the world, you truly hoped that a man of Luca’s power meant that he wasn’t seeking out the legal advice from a world-renowned novelist of all people.
You heard your name called again, prompting you to shift your gaze up, with you being met with a shy smile, his purple eyes gleaming, and his hand finding its way to your cheek.
“...Instead of all this mafia legal stuff, what say you that we forgo all the protection payment thing. Just let me protect you and um…hopefully you’ll fall in love with me along the way…?”
Your eyes lingered on his features.
Luca Kaneshiro was an idiot of a mafia boss who apparently was now a former virgin.
But he was a lovable idiot.
And while the stupidities of mafia turf wars were an annoying hassle to deal with, he himself was a joy to be around. The flashy suit may be for show, but he never shied away to wear that big heart of his on his sleeve.
While Detective Rias would be angrily slurping up his iced Milo at the café counter after failing to nab one of Luca’s subordinates, he would grumble that despite the stain on those big stacks of mafia money, those profits were used for good: ensuring that local orphanages were kept in top shape, that Augustus the Lion and other inhabitants of the city zoo were taken care of, that any one harmed during territory battles whether fellow mafioso or bystander never had to worry about a hospital bill, and plenty more.
Not to mention, apparently he was adamant to do all he could to protect the owner of his favorite cafe.
Your hand moved to rest upon his as a smile slid onto your features.
“It’s a deal, Luca.”
A new contract was soon formed, signed and sealed with a kiss.